There is something small in each of us
that waits.
Not for certainty,
but for a remembering.
The ground may feel hardened
by what we have lived,
by what we have carried.
And then,
something shifts.
A softening.
A willingness
to let something new take root.
It does not arrive with force.
It rises quietly.
And what awakens in one
begins to stir in another.
This is how change begins —
not in certainty,
but in the smallest turning
toward light.
Small enough to be forgotten,
yet strong enough to change the ground.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to The Mustard Seed.
Notice what shifts.